All Money Ain't Good Money, Tiff!

Here is my response to James & Oneg's You've Got Mail Challenge.

We were asked to "Start a story/poem with the last line of an email or letter you recently received."

Here is a link to all of James & Oneg's Summer Writing Challenges. Feel free to play along!

Here is my challenge-related story. Hope you enjoy it:

Please let me know how you would like to proceed...

Those words rang throughout my mind like a high-powered alarm clock as I reread the last sentence of the email for the tenth time!

I had just received an email from the HR Manager at Sunrise Airlines stating that she and her team had seen something special in me and that they would like to interview me a second time for one of their Flight Attendant positions.

My first thought was, am I being punked? Was Ashton Kutcher about to jump out of the hall closet with his camera crew?

I couldn't help but wonder if I was so special to Sunrise Airlines, why was I ghosted by the company the first time around when I inquired about my second interview, after being told that I had aced my first one? 

Also, why hadn't the initial email from the HR team mentioned that there would be a total of three interviews in all, like the email that I received today had?

Sunrise Airlines did NOT make a very good first impression. They didn't appear to be very organized at all. I remember that a member of their HR team had accidentally written down three people for the same 2 p.m. 1st interview slot.

Also, the young man with dreads who conducted my initial interview kept talking about the awesome edibles that he had had the night before while looking at my cleavage on the low the entire time. He also kept mistakenly calling me Stephanie Garden instead of Tiffany Gordon. Which is a real pet peeve of mine.

But hey, my mortgage would be due again soon, and my savings were running a-penny-with-a-hole-in-it-low so maybe beggars shouldn't be choosers.

About ten minutes after reading the Sunrise email, I began to get a gnawing pain in my belly.

"It's probably nothing... I probably just need to put something in my system," I said aloud to myself as the pain began to ramp up. I hurried to the kitchen to whip something up. I didn't want my stomach to begin howling like a feline giving birth to an elephant in public again, like it had the day before when I was heading home on the train after eating essentially nothing but a yogurt the entire day.

After eating my tasty sausage breakfast sandwich, I glanced at the time; it was 10 o'clock on the dot. I decided to go for a long walk to release some endorphins and burn a few calories.

When I returned home, the pedometer on my waistband said that I had clocked in at 10 miles for the entire week.

"Wow, I left for my walk at 10 a.m. and clocked in ten miles on my pedometer for the week! Ten must be my lucky number," I said aloud to myself with a chuckle.

Once I logged on to the Career Builder website, I decided to check out page ten of the airline industry listings since ten seemed to be the number of the day. Once I reached the top of page ten, I immediately saw ten reviews for Sunrise Airlines.

Review #1 :

* All of my co-workers, including the pilot, were so high they couldn't do their jobs properly!

Signed Mallory C.

Review #2 :

* I was promised $30/HR during my third interview because of my BA. I only received $24.

Signed Whitney J.

Review #3 :

*Their intern Jean-Luc (the flirtatious chap with the shoulder-length fuchsia dreads) is so unprofessional! He never followed our manager's orders and constantly hit on all of the flight attendants! Please stay away from him. Word on the street is that he is one of the pilot's nephews. I got so tired of his antics that I quit! Good luck with the nepotism!"

Signed Anonymous

Truthfully, I couldn't get past the third review because I was so sickened by what I had just read. They say the Lord speaks to his children through their gut, and I knew from my trusty intuition pains that God was trying to urgently tell me to run and never look back!

God didn't have to tell me twice. I promptly deleted the Sunrise Airlines 2nd interview invitation from my email inbox and went about my day.

Like my Momma used to always say, All money ain't good money, Tiff! 

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